2000-09-08

dear ill iggity internet,

it's me, sciggity-s. c. o. to motherfuckin' double-t. word up, yo! super fresh.

(hi. it's me. scott.)

today at work, i went to the bathroom, and as i was washing my hands, one of my coworkers came up to me and started telling me this joke. here, listen:

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so there was this guy, and he went to las vegas, and he was at a gas station or something and he saw a frog and the frog said "please take me to las vegas with me" and the guy said "wow! a talking frog! but why should i take you to las vegas?" and the frog said "i am a lucky frog! you won't regret it" so the man thought for a while, and he decided that since the frog was talking (which isn't a usual thing) that he would take this frog to vegas with him.

so the guy is at the roulette wheel, and he goes to put his money down, and from his pocket he hears "ribbit. sixteen black" so the guy puts $100 on sixteen black. and sure enough, the ball or whatever lands on that and the guy wins a bunch of money. this continues for a few more times ("ribbit seventeen red", "ribbit two black", ribbit blahblah ribbit), and the guy finally gets a big hotel room in the casino and goes up to it with the frog and his earnings.

so the guy is sitting in the hotel, and the frog is sitting next to him and he says to the frog "wow you really helped me out thanks a lot! is there anything i can do for you?" and the frog looks at him and goes "ribbit kiss!" so the guy kisses the frog, and poof! suddenly a beautiful teenager appears before him, and that officer is how she got into my hotel room!
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okay. so there is the joke. but see, my problem with it is. like. i don't get it! is it just not funny? how did the guy get all of the money if he is just making up this story as an excuse? or is it really a magical frog? if so, wouldn't the girl/frog say something?

whatever.

i guess if you can explain this to me better, please email me. [email protected]. id appreciate that! because this is just bugging me for some reason.

today after work i went skating with josh, and my back really started hurting. it still does, kind of. and i got really dehydrated (which happens to me a lot very easily) so i wasn't able to go for very long. and then josh bought me some orange juice (he is such a nice boy, you know?) and all was good.

ummm.

yeah, i don't have much more to say right now. but i will tomorrow! i mean to write in here more, but i'm kind of forgetful and my life is also kind of boring at the same time, you know?

meow meow, constable whiskers.

liggity love and special sauce,
scott.

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